Unleashed (20 page)

Her pleasure was evident in each ragged gasp as he massaged her to the very brink. He felt a new surge of wetness in his hand and knew she was ready. He pushed aside her thin silk panties and drove himself deep inside of her. Slow and deliberate, he kept his gaze locked on hers as he sank himself into her stroke after stroke.

With every fiery stroke of delicious friction, she felt the orgasm build. He was hot steel covered by silk. Each time he filled and stretched her, it brought a new wave of pleasure rolling over her. With every thrust, she hungered for more. She tangled her fingers in his hair and called out his name as he increased the tempo. He drove into her again and again. Just when she thought she would weep from pleasure, the orgasm exploded over both of them. They cried out in unison, and with one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside of her.

They stayed there for several minutes. Their bodies locked together, breathless, neither one wanting to break the embrace. They were completely and utterly spent. Samantha had heard about sex like that. Seen it in the movies, but
never
had she experienced anything even remotely close to what had just happened. He was breathing heavily and had his face buried against her neck.

Finally, in a muffled voice, he said, “I'm sorry.”

Sam swatted his shoulder as her legs dropped from his waist. “What on earth could you be sorry for?” Her legs wobbled a bit under her.

Malcolm stepped back as she tried to put her dress back in its place. He took her face in his hands. “I wanted our first mating to be perfect,” he murmured against her throat. “To take our time.”

She smiled at him as he kissed her tenderly on the lips.

She was surprised to feel him stir so soon, but then again, she had never been with her mate before.

Her mate. It sounded odd and familiar at the same time.

Sam smiled, and she slowly ran her tongue along his lips. That was all the encouragement he needed. Malcolm picked her up effortlessly in his arms, as if she weighed nothing at all, and carried her toward the front hall.

She shrieked in surprise and instinctively threw her arms around his neck. “What are you doing? I'm half naked. Put me down. You're going to hurt yourself. I weigh a ton.”

He sent her a look of doubt as he went up the grand staircase. She continued to protest all the way into his bedroom. Gently, he laid her on the massive four-poster bed. “Now,
mia piccola lupa
, we will take our time,” he whispered with a wickedly sexy smile.

She watched with unusual boldness as he stripped off his jeans and tossed them onto a chair in the corner. All the while, his gaze stayed transfixed on her. Her eyes widened at the magnificent evidence of his arousal. She felt a surge of wetness as raw carnal lust flared through her body. She began to remove her dress, but he tenderly pushed her hands aside. He peeled it from her hot sensitive skin. She was surprised by her shocking lack of modesty. She felt completely comfortable as she lay naked before him.
Definitely a first
.

He stretched the length of his body next to hers. They let their hands explore as they savored every kiss. They stayed there, touching and tasting, for what felt like hours, slowly enjoying every inch of one another. Finally, he propped himself up on his elbow so he could take a loving look at her. Her long flaxen hair splayed around her head like a halo, and her pale blue wolfen eyes stayed locked on his. Her lips parted with panting breath as her passion grew.

He trailed his fingers down her lovely neck as her pulse beat enticingly under the surface. He feasted on the sight of her pale breasts with rosy pink buds, thrusting up at him with every breath. Eventually, he splayed his hand across her flat belly and felt the little muscles as they quivered under his touch. His long fingers stroked lower still, to reach the treasure between her thighs. He dipped one finger into her hot depths and took her nipple into his mouth.

Sam cried out with pleasure. She held his head to her breast, her fingers entwined in his hair. She rubbed up against his hand as he worked her most sensitive spot. He loved the way she reacted to his touch and almost lost his resolve completely as he felt another gush of wetness in his hand.

He covered her with the length of his body and settled between her legs. He studied her, wanting to brand this image of her in his memory forever. Her lips were pink and swollen from his kisses, and her Amoveo eyes held nothing but trust. He trailed kisses down her breasts, along the middle of her belly, and lower still to the glistening mound between her legs. He feathered small kisses on her inner thigh and breathed in her musky scent, which added to his arousal. His strong arms anchored her to the bed, leaving her open for him to devour. He leaned in and took one loving taste of her.

When he put his mouth on her, Samantha almost came off the bed as a lightning streak of pleasure shot through her entire body. He was merciless as he continued his assault on her. His devilishly talented tongue sent shock waves through her with every lash. Her head thrashed back and forth. She bucked her hips and writhed against him, mewling small sounds of pleasure.

He sensed she was reaching her breaking point. He smiled and moved over her. Settled at her entrance, he eased himself inside of her, inch by inch. She raised her hips to meet him and urge him faster, her passion driving her to impatience, but Malcolm wouldn't hear of it. He held her hands over her head, looking into her eyes as he slid inside of her with lingering, hot strokes time and time again.

She wrapped her legs around him and locked her ankles, giving him even deeper access to her molten chamber. He drove into her relentlessly as the sweet torturous passion rose between them.

Malcolm locked his eyes on hers, whispered the ancient mating words in her mind, and buried himself in her with one last thrust.
Nos es unus. Materia pro totus vicis. Ago intertwined. Forever.

The words spilled into her mind, filling every cell of her being. Stars burst behind her eyes as she cried out his name, her body inundated with both her pleasure and Malcolm's. Wave after wave crashed through her, the colors bursting and swirling like the aurora borealis in the air around them. They were completely connected in mind, body, and spirit.

The waves of pleasure subsided into tiny aftershocks. They lay there, entwined bodies shaking and breathless. Samantha realized that life as she knew it was gone. Wrapped in Malcolm's arms, she knew there was no going back.

Samantha awoke the next morning to small kisses on the back of her neck—their naked bodies spooned together, skin to skin. The early sun streamed in through the large bay windows, casting golden beams of light around them. She smiled with contentment as his arm tightened around her. She placed a small kiss on his fingers as he nuzzled. Memories of last night flooded back to her in full color. They had made love several times, and she was gloriously exhausted, but she could be convinced to go another round. He was the only man to make her feel completely and utterly cherished.
Not to mention the mind-blowing sex
.

“It was rather mind-blowing, wasn't it,” he whispered in her ear.

She jabbed him in the ribs. “Hey. I thought I was saying that to myself. I guess I'm not as good at guarding my thoughts as I'd hoped.”

Malcolm chuckled softly and kissed her earlobe. “Now that we are mated, you have to intentionally shut your mind from me entirely if you don't want me to hear you. It's even more than just guarding your thoughts. I hope, however, that you'll never do that.”

Sam turned over so she lay face-to-face with him in the soft, warm bed. “What do you mean,
now that we are mated
?” Wary, her brows knitted together.

“Last night, I said the ancient words of our mating ritual. We are bound, now and forever.” He brushed her cheek gently.

She remembered exactly what he was talking about and what happened after he said those words. She sat straight up in bed, holding the covers to her naked breasts. “What do you mean bound? I mean, come on, we had sex. I know it was pretty amazing, and rest assured, I don't run around doing that with just anybody…but…what…” Her voice rose to something that resembled panic.

Malcolm propped himself up on his elbow and looked at her with a puzzled smile. “Samantha, you knew that we were destined. All we did last night was confirm that. I don't see what you're so upset about.”

“So what…that's it?” she sputtered. “We're married?”

“Well no. We do have a formal celebration ceremony that is done by Prince Richard.”

Sam let out a sigh of relief. “Well, thank God.”

“But really, that's just a formality. For all intents and purposes, we are mated. You will feel what I feel and share my thoughts as I share yours.” He brushed her tousled hair off her shoulder and trailed his fingertips down her back.

A delicious shiver went throughout her body. Desire flared deep inside of her. Sam jumped out of bed, taking the comforter with her as a makeshift wrap, leaving him with just the sheet. “Stop that.” She pointed at him from the bedside. “I can't think straight when you do that.”

Malcolm said nothing. He simply smiled that sexy smile and kept his eyes locked on hers. She looked absolutely gorgeous. Her golden hair in complete disarray and that determined look on her face made him want to eat her up. He sent wicked images to her.

“Ooohhh. Stop that too.” She clapped one hand over her eyes. “That's not fair. I mean it.”

Malcolm chuckled and raised his hands in defeat. “Okay. I'm sorry. I'll stop.” He lay back in the bed, both hands behind his head. Only the thin white sheet covered him from the waist down.

She looked away, afraid she'd actually start to drool. Sam paced back and forth trying to wrap her brain around what he was telling her. “So…last night…after you said…wait…what did you say exactly?” She stopped pacing for a moment.

“
Nos es unus. Materia pro totus vicis. Ago intertwined. Forever.”

“Isn't that Latin? I got the last word, but what does the rest mean?”

“Loosely translated it means:
We are one. Mates for all time. Lives intertwined. Forever.
And yes, it's Latin. That is the language of our people.”

She wanted to strangle him. She stood there with her arms crossed, scowling. “Right, so now you'll be able to hear everything I think?”

“Basically, yes.”

“Well, brace yourself, buddy. You probably won't like everything you hear.”

“I don't doubt it.” He then heard some colorful language going off in her mind in rapid succession. “It's the most intimate form of communication, Samantha.” He smiled suggestively.

“Uh-huh. Well, I'm sure that's another reason you people don't want just anyone hearing what's rattling around in your brains. It would certainly air everyone's dirty laundry.”

“Actually, all communication between mates is protected. Think of it as encoded. Like a private telephone line.”

“Okay,” she said slowly. “And you said we'll also feel what the other feels?”

“Yes.” He nodded. “Last night…” He trailed off hoping she'd be able to finish the thought.

“Last night…after you said those words…I actually saw and felt everything that you did as well as what I…oh boy.” Realization moved across her face. Her eyes grew wide, and she blushed at the memory of their shared experience. “Well, that would probably be considered one of the perks.”

Malcolm sat up and took her hand, pulling her to him. “I know that you've had many things to accept over the past couple of days, and I will do my best for the rest of our lives to help you through all of it.”

Sam looked down at her hand, which had never seemed small to her, and saw it was completely engulfed by Malcolm's.
Is this it? Am I going to lose myself completely and simply be absorbed by him?

Malcolm heard her but said nothing. He pulled her next to him on the bed and rearranged the covers over both of them. “I promise you, Samantha, everything will be all right.” He placed a kiss on top of her head. Samantha felt and heard his reassurances but still remained uneasy. She wondered if she would have a normal life ever again.

“We do live normal lives, Samantha, with a few small exceptions.”

“Turning into an animal is hardly a small exception.” She laid her head on his chest.

“Now that we are mated—”

“Do me a favor.” She put her hand up in an effort to silence him. “Stop saying that. You're stressing me out.”

Malcolm sighed and continued. “At any rate, after last night, both of our abilities are heightened. We have not only our own strength, but each other's as well. It's a benefit on many levels.” His mind wandered to the Caedo.

Sam lifted her head and looked at him through narrowed eyes. “What's that about the Caedo?”

He looked away from her and got out of bed.

She watched him and couldn't help but notice that he looked as good going as he did coming.

He stepped into jeans that had been cast aside quickly last night.

“Guess that whole
connected
thing works both ways, doesn't it, big guy?” She smiled with satisfaction. “So why are you worried about the Caedo? And don't bother trying to lie to me because, as you know, I now have an inside track to what's going on in your head. So spill it.”

Malcolm stood there, his hands on his hips. The muscles in his chest flexed with tension, and he cursed under his breath. “I didn't want to worry you or upset you.”

“Uh-huh…well, too late.”

“A Caedo hunter has been tracking you. I had hoped to eliminate him before you even had to find out about it, but he's been elusive to say the least.”

“What?” She clutched the sheets to her chest. “I thought you said they haven't done anything for years.”

“They haven't. That's true.”

“Well, why me? I'm not even a full Amoveo.”

“We are sure they've watched you all of your life to see if you showed any of our people's traits. We are quite certain they know that you and I have found each other. As far as the Caedo are concerned, you are Amoveo and now fair game.”

“How long have you known about this, Malcolm? What about Nonie? Is she in danger? Or Kerry? Jesus, Malcolm, are you telling me some psycho out there wants to kill me?” Her voice was slightly hysterical.

“He was at Paddy's the other night, and no, I don't think they are in any danger.”

“That was why you dragged me outside. Well who is this guy? Jesus. Why didn't you tell me?”

“He's definitely Caedo, but I had never seen him before. He was able to block his thoughts from me.” He felt somewhat ashamed. Unable to face her, he turned to look out the window. “With everything else you've had to accept, I didn't want to add to it.”

“Wait a minute. Aren't the Caedo human? How could he do that? I mean, block you?”

“Yes, they are human, but as you know…” He looked back over his shoulder. “There are humans with psychic ability. Obviously, this fellow has some.”

“That's why you were worried about me running on the beach.” The pieces came together.

“Yes. You have been protected all along. I enlisted the help of three Amoveo warriors to aid in our defense. They were here to ensure we were undisturbed last night.”

Sam's eyes grew wide. “Here?”

“Yes. Dante, Steven, and William watched over the perimeter of my home. They are three of our fiercest warriors. Dante has a private security firm. Steven is a very gifted healer.”

“You mean like a doctor?” Sam asked curiously.

“More than that. He can use visualization to heal most wounds,” Malcolm said quietly.

“So…are they here now?” She prayed the answer would be no.

“Yes,” Malcolm said. “In fact they are outside right now.”

“This whole thing just keeps getting weirder. So what's the bottom line? Some guy is out there and wants to kill me?”

“Us, actually.” He faced her.

“Right.” She jumped from a knock at the bedroom door, which was immediately followed by Davis's muffled voice.

“Coffee, sir.”

“Holy crap,” she whispered. “I do not want to get caught in your bed.” She dove under the covers, hoping the giant fluffy comforter would hide her presence. Malcolm smiled and, shaking his head, opened the door.

“Morning, sir.” Davis walked in and placed the large silver tray on the dresser.

“Thank you, Davis.” Malcolm retrieved his coffee.

“Your uncle Brendan is downstairs, sir. He said he needs to speak with you right away.”

“Really,” Malcolm said with concern. “Please tell him I'll be right down.”

“Yes, sir.” With a small smile, Davis added, “I brought tea for you, Ms. Samantha. It's on the tray.”

Samantha cringed under her ineffective hiding place and uttered a muffled, “Thank you.” She heard the door shut, came out from under the covers, and shot Malcolm a withering look. “You might've mentioned that he comes in here with your coffee every morning. And what's this about your uncle being downstairs?” She got out of bed and began to dress.

Smiling, he leaned one hip against the dresser and sipped his coffee.

That only served to piss Samantha off even more. “I don't think it's funny.” She buttoned her sundress in a panic. “Jeez, how about your mom and dad? Maybe they can pop in and catch me in your bed too.” The very idea of it made her blush right down to her toenails.

Malcolm walked over and tried to pull her into his arms.

She pushed him away. She brushed past him without saying a word, went into the bathroom, and slammed the door. He went over and knocked gently. “Samantha,” he said softly.

He was met with the sound of the water running in the sink as she continued to ignore him.

Please don't be angry,
mia piccola lupa
.

His voice slid easily into her mind, like ribbons of silk along her soul.

Samantha remembered what he'd said and slammed her mind shut to him. It was a lot like the way she slammed the door. Gratefully, she was met with silence. She finished washing the sleep from her eyes, but was unable to rid herself of the now familiar frustration.

Although she had closed her mind to him, she could still feel him there, waiting. She hated to admit it, but she felt like a part of her was missing. Not having that mental connection left her with an unsettling emptiness. After ten minutes or so, she finally opened the door. She knew he was standing on the other side waiting.

When Sam had blocked him from her thoughts, Malcolm was left with a black void where their connection normally was, and it terrified him. He'd never been dependent on another person until now. When she finally opened the door, Malcolm let out the breath he didn't even realize he'd been holding. She stood there in the doorway for a few moments without saying anything. His eyes searched hers for something, anything.

Finally, she went to the dresser and poured the tea, grateful that Davis had left it for her.

“I'm sorry that you were upset this morning,” he said quietly as she sipped her tea.

Sam looked at Malcolm over the edge of her teacup. She saw that he was pained by her unhappiness and that he
felt
everything that she did. It made her feel better that she wasn't the only one trying to figure this all out.

“Apology accepted.” She placed her teacup back on the tray. “Now, shall we go downstairs so I can meet your uncle?” He pulled her to him, and this time she let him.

He held her tightly against his chest and placed a gentle kiss on her hair.

“I just hope he doesn't think I'm some kind of tramp,” she mumbled against his chest.

“You are my mate, and he will treat you as such. If he treated you as anything less, uncle or not, it would not be tolerated.” His eyes shifted into two yellow slashes.

Sam smiled at his protective bluster as he took her hand and led her toward her future.

***

Samantha and Malcolm walked hand in hand into the living room. She was relieved to see evidence of their activities from the last night was gone. Her wrap and her sandals were neatly waiting for her by the deck doors. She was, however, stunned by the man who stood waiting for them by the fireplace. He could've passed for Malcolm's brother. His uncle Brendan was the same towering height as Malcolm. He was dressed in an impeccable black suit with a bright pink shirt and matching handkerchief in his breast pocket. They had similar builds and hair color, but his eyes were almost jet black.